Friday, March 14, 2008

Thursday night I couldn't sleep worth a damn. I got some reading done though, and my Trek book went from ok to fantastic in the course of a single chapter, so that's cool. Then I tried to sleep again. Nothing. I watched a movie I rented called "The Nines", which was interesting, though not truly satisfying, if that makes any sense. I liked a lot of it, and I liked some of the concepts in it, but then I didn't feel that the ending really brought it home. It didn't help that when I checked out the deleted scenes, they'd cut out a good chunk of gay stuff that I hadn't even expected to be in the film in the first place. Still...I wasn't bored. Again I tried to sleep, but ended up reading more of my book. I finally got to sleep around the time that Mark usually gets up for work.

Mark woke up, running late for work to see if I could drive him, but I'd just gotten to sleep...and was barely making sense, I'm sure. I woke up again around the time I needed to, which was weird because my alarm clock definitely didn't go off, though it's set for the right time, and all that jazz; I double checked it. I got ready. I shaved, but left a bit of goatee, which I haven't done in awhile; thinkint it looked mighty cute. Actually I looked very cute all around when I was finished getting dressed, and was looking forward to work.

Mark couldn't pick me up. Michael was at work. My stomach was feeling kind of iffy, so I really didn't want to take the bus. I called work to see if I could get a ride, but it was taking a long time because of stuff they had going on there... and so I had a snack. Bad idea. And I even have anything that I'm not supposed to. I had water and some baked chips. And an hour later, bam...it was all coming back up. So now I was thinking I should maybe call in, because my shift, which was already fairly short, was now going to end up being like 2 and half hours long at this point, but I was so sick that I didn't want to leave the bathroom, and I knew work was going to call me before sending someone for me, so I figured I'd wait and see...because sometimes I do feel better really fast, and I was looking forward to working with DJ & Bryan, who both work on Fridays.

More time passes and DJ calls, but just as I answer I throw up again. Not the noise you want to hear when you call someone I guess, as DJ aked if I wanted to stay home and I said yes. But that wasn't really true either. I wanted to work...I just didn't think it was a good idea at that point. So for about a half hour I felt ok, and I thought maybe I'd made the wrong call and I should have gone to work, and I was feeling kind of sad that I'd missed out on seeing everyone, and also...getting paid. And then my stomach exploded in 10 different directions and then I was just grateful that I wasn't at work, but at home.

So yeah. I feel ok now. But I'm not eating anything. And I'm grateful that DJ offered to let me stay home, because it made a terrible day less terrible for me... but still a bit bummed that I didn't get to go to work. Blah.

Not a good day for me.

Mollie will hopefully be getting her package today.

I burned some discs for Bryan & Chris.

Mark won't be home until really late because of a poker game he's going too, which is maybe for the best, because I'm starting to think I might actually be sick...like not just the way my stomach usually is insane, but maybe the flu.

And I'm rambling. Have you noticed? Blah.

   posted by Bald Jason at 04:02 PM
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